Tyler Hunt

In the Everglades, a Flood, Packed into the hostel, Back home out of the mud, Orlando’s not nearly as hostile.

Thanks to fans from WalMart, The heat was a breeze, Showers were the best part, But A/C? Yes please,

Lychees are yummy, Little Crow Feather’s harvest, Some say “not in my tummy,” But others call them the best.

A smoky grill for meats And bonfires for s’mores, Amidst blankets and sheets, Now we know who really snores.

“My wayward children,” says the LORD, “come back to me, and I will heal your wayward hearts.”
—Jeremiah 3:22

For those who may not know, and for the benefit of those who saw my previously posted haiku in its unformatted state, I am posting this brief instructional entry on writing haiku. One of the most important forms of Japanese poetry, the rules defining a haiku are simple. There is a total of seventeen syllables, broken into three lines. The first and third lines have five syllables each, and the second has seven. Haikus have traditionally had a seasonal theme, although some modern haiku has broken away from this constraint. Here are a couple examples:

First and third have five
The syllables are what counts
Second has seven

Once seasonal themes
Were prevalant throughout each
Key words made them work

It’s always interesting to see how churches change their services for Easter. H2O’s service today was no exception. In place of the usual murmur before the service, there was silence, only the soft quell of cathedral music and a slowly transitioning slideshow with simple words to focus the mind on the significance of the day. A short message from John Hever was followed by worship and communion, including some special songs for the occasion. The oddest thing about the service, though, was the length. At just under an hour, it seemed odd to have a shortened liturgy when a lot of churches would have had a longer one.

The remaining part of the day continued to be somewhat odd, at least in comparison to the typical Easter activities. With the parents out of town for the funeral of my great grandmother, there was brunch or holiday dinner. No relatives visiting. None of the typical festivities normally surrounding this day. The house was quiet, but we still found ways to make the day memorable.

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